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Wolfie Bandit Dec 2019
The blade is the pen
That glides along my arms
Leaving marks that stay
Oh how I wish I didn’t
But the only way to make me happy
Is to stray
So I’ll run as far as I can
And I’ll cry and yell
Till someone hears me
And gets me help.
Wolfie Bandit Dec 2019
Time before the angels
Will scream for your name
To come and save us
Please
This is a never-ending game
The life I live in
Is a painful one
Don’t expect me to be there for you
When I can’t even be there for myself
I reached for help
And made it worse
I tried to die
2 time
Been through the bulling
And through the pain
When all I can do is scream your name
So take this time
To look at your life
Is it really worth dying
Or is it just a phase?
This is not to affect anyone or cause hate
Wolfie Bandit Dec 2019
Just one cut
No more
Just two cuts
Oh god
Now three and four
Keep cutting the voices say
Keep going till ur arms red
Red with blood
Red with scars
Red with pleasure
It doesn’t hurt as bad anymore
The pain insides gone
You take it out on yourself every single day
Just cutting and cutting
Till the last cut of your life
You say your fine
But really you're just telling lies
Hiding behind the fake smile
Trying not to cry at school because they will realize
They will see the pain that you have been hiding all this time
They will see the pleasure along your arms
They will know
But they won’t tell you to stop
They will just sit there and wait
Wait for you to die
Wait for you to realize what your doing
But by them waiting
Time will run out
Time will stop
And your time will be over.
This is a personal poem

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